Psychopaths

#15

On Saturday night. Wil's mother entered the room with an irritated face. "Why phone, baby?" His face was annoyed but his words remained soft.

"Oh. I threw it yesterday, I don't know where it is."

"Aren't you looking for that? You're throwing around...." The woman rambled until almost midnight.

"Sir?" Ask at the end. Wil just nodded his mother's advice. "Really?"

"Jeez, yes, Ma!" Wil asked his mother to leave the room. He pushed slowly the unborn woman's back out of the room. "Well, you're talking to me, I want some interest." The man closed the door and started a new culture, rolling around on the bed.

Wil breathed in the closed position. His head looked up to see the wall clock that now shows almost 1 am.

A few days ago. Wil's father said he wanted to leave the company to his only child, but on the condition that Wil had to quit college. The young man simply refused. He will take care of the company when he graduates.

But maybe now he changed his mind. She wanted to forget Laura, and she wanted to see Laura every day. "It's more than hurting myself" said the stone.

Wil wanted to see his father, but he still had doubts. Wil immediately paused his intention and slammed himself into the bed.

The sound of door hinges, doors opening. Wil got up from his position and faced the Father. "I thought you were asleep."

"I can't sleep" Wil said. His father approached and sat down on Wil's bedside. The old man also asked Wil to sit next to him.

Wil complied and sat down next to the old man. "Papa's best friend has a son, so-"

"I don't want to be betrothed anyway" Wil said as if he could read his father's mind. His father laughed and started talking again.

"Look first, beautiful loh. Idol on campus."

"Surely so. Her hair was dyed, her clothes were lacking in materials, jewelry everywhere, and also her super thick make-up. No!"

"Ahaha, tomorrow he'll come. The plan is to jog together, get ready for good night." The man got up and walked out of Wil's room.

"Curtain, forcers." Wil sank his face into a pillow and tried to fall asleep.

A bright morning with a gloomy spirit enveloped Sunday Wil. He was getting ready in sportswear as his father told him last night.

"Good morning, dear Wil," his mother greeted him and kissed his beloved son's forehead. The woman who saw the grim face of her son also showed a sad face. "Um, dong's spirit, so grim."

"Given, Ma. I'm going to the park first."

"Wait for your papa's best friend to come, baby, it's okay to be given false hope."

"Give up" Wil said. He doesn't like to wait, but what can he do?

"It's breakfast first." Wil took his sarapanya. The woman called Mother was sitting opposite the young man who ate the spaghetti.

"You haven't told mom 'thank you'." The woman smiled with hope. Although not sincere but Wil hurt him.

With a big smile he said, "Thank you, Ma, for the food." His mother clapped her hands happily. He hoped Wil would continue to say that, especially the apology.

His father came in full sportswear. "Well, for me there's nothing?"

"You ate the salad there, I've prepared it in the kitchen."

"Well, thanks sanyang! You are good!" The man kissed his wife's lips gently. Wil who saw that felt amused even wanted to vomit. But, one day he would do that, so he endured all the horrors he felt.

It's better for Wil to go and not disturb their affection. He washed the dirty dishes and washed his face as well.

10 Minutes passed, Wil who was focused on his television was startled by the sound of a car horn heard in front of his house.

The 3 people who got out of the car, were greeted well by his father and his mother. They shook hands and let them in.

Wil turned off the television and headed for the dining room. He poured water into the glass and gulped it down.

"Darling, you're here as it turns out. Look at our guests waiting for you." Wil gripped the glass until it broke.

"Geez, your hands are hurt. Mom, grab a P3K box. Wash your wounds first, yes,"

Wil headed for the kitchen with his left hand bleeding. From the dining room to the kitchen, he had to pass through the living room.

"Good god, what's your hand?" His father asked worriedly until he got up from his sitting position.

"Oh," replied Wil. His eyes were pointing at the pair of eyes that were looking at him timidly.

The woman had heterochromia. His left eye is green while the right is blue. His black hair graded green decomposed long wavy.

"Who is it****?" Ask Wil.

"Ah, this is my son, Kardita." Wil did not see his face, but when he heard the name of his annoyance clutched his heart.

"Oh." Wil is lazy to meet the woman who bothers him to eat.

Wil cleaned the glass fragments that stuck on the surface of his palm. Then, when it was clean to see the blood that flowed so much.

"Honey, here's ka-hand" Mother Wil realized her son was staring blankly at her blood-stained hand.

"Will?" Call her mother and touch her son's shoulder. Wil flinched and looked directly back at his mother.

"What's up, Ma?"

"Your hands, treated first huh?" Wil nodded and let his mother take care of his hand.

"Why are you?"

"Why?" His mother knew they knew each other.

"Because he's bothering me, Ma."

"What kind of woman do you like?"

"What not many want, not spoiled, the answer is not up to, religious, kind, polite, diligent, generous, filial with parents, tenacious, wise, smart, gentle, considerate, considerate, no smoking, no criminal record, still sacred and controlling my emotions."

"Why did you choose an extinct woman anyway?"

"Not married."

"Don't, don't, you should get married." After the wound is covered. Wil and his mother headed for the living room.

"Yes already. Let's go!" Said his father and they were walking leisurely towards the park. Wil's eyes were erratically looking at the left right, like looking for someone.

"Who are you looking for?" Ask Kardita.

Wil was silent, his tongue felt faint when he wanted to talk to the woman next to him. "Hey, I asked you. Answer dong," he said and immediately embraced Wil's arm with his romantic.

"Yes, I'm moving."

His red eyes lead to a woman who was walking with another woman. They are like chatting. The woman with her purple eyes and brown hair was no stranger to Wil.

The two women were across the street. Wil immediately took off his force and crossed the road that was crowded with vehicles.

"Justice!" His mother who saw her son cross the street suddenly. The vehicle with high speed passed by Wil smoothly.

Laura was surprised by the arrival of Wil who suddenly appeared in front of her. "Nayla you go first."

"Yes, yes first."

After Nayla had gone some distance away, Laura immediately gave an annoyed expression to Wil. "Well? Suicide in the middle of the road?"

Wil held Laura tightly. It caught the attention of the pedestrians there. "I miss, Ra," Wil said in a trembling voice.

"What the hell?"

"I'm sorry if I was wrong. I'm sorry, sorry!"

"Huh, don't want to! Release your embrace!" Laura pushed Wil's burly body, but his strength was greatly outmatched by the man holding her.

"You don't want to apologize to me? Why?"

"Because you're rude! Rough, rough, rough!!" Said the woman while hitting Wil's chest field many times. Tears welled up in the eyes of the young woman.

"I understand. You threw the necklace away from me?"

"Hm," answered Laura meaning 'yes'. He just threw it away yesterday.

"Yes, the necklace is not important to you." Wil let go of his deck and touched both cheeks of the woman.

"Yes! You don't matter in my life anymore! So, I don't want to see your face anymore! I also like to block your number delete it and I've forgotten it!"

The words that were thrown so pierced Wil's heart. It hurts, but it's a reality that he has to accept. "Well, I'll disappear from before you."

In garden. It turned out that he had been awaited by the 5 people who walked with him earlier.

"Honey, your eyes are red why****?"

"Even my eyes lighten?"

"Not your iris!"

"Oh, I'm fine. It's a flickering."

"Huh, yeah already. We sit down and we jog." After sitting for long enough. They started jogging, walking their feet around the city park.

Only 10 minutes passed, but Kardita had complained of fatigue. "ah! I'm tired, Pa!" He said with a loud breath.

"Wil, please carry me," Kardita said in a spoiled tone.

"Spoiled base!"

"I'm sorry, my son is a little spoiled."

Wil crouched on his back to Kardita. "Good," he said, but Kardita had not yet ascended.

"Good before I change my mind!" The happy Kardita finally got on Wil's back. He put his arm around Wil's neck and leaned against the man's neck.

"Actually I'm not holding you."

"Why?" Kardita accidentally breathed in Wil's nape to see his reaction.

"Don't breathe in my neck, or you want me to throw it in there." Wil pointed at the fish pond.

"Don't! Yes I've been getting away from your head."

"You guys seem to be getting close. Let's eat first." His mother took him to a place to eat near there.

Close to Kardita. Will Wil forget Laura?